Where he was, there was not a trace of light, and I couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his clothes, he was probably not from the village.

He is a famous painter in Kyoto, and he is also a frequent visitor in the Huamanlou, there is a good corner prostitute named Cuicui, half a year ago, the painter went to the south to collect the wind, and soon after leaving, Cuicui suddenly found that she was pregnant, but unfortunately waited, waited, and the belly was revealed, the painter still did not come back, Cuicui thought that the painter abandoned herself, so she listened to the persuasion of the proprietress of the Huamanlou, and came to this Huamanlou village to have an abortion, her fetus ...... There are still two months left to be full-term, and it is a baby boy, and when it is taken out of the belly, it can still cry and move. The old woman's voice was slow.

I asked, "Then why did he come here?"

The old woman replied: "Hey, it's all about making people, Cuicui just arrived in this Huaman Village on the first day, the painter has returned to Kyoto, and heard that Cuicui is pregnant, and immediately rushed to Huamanlou, the proprietress told him about this place, he hurried over, but the people in the village are in a hurry to make a new pottery doll to send to the Kyoto Daguan's house, where are they willing to delay, not to mention that Cuicui is also a soft-hearted, she always wants to keep the unseen child in her belly for a while." ”

"In other words, when the painter arrived, it was already late?" I suddenly understood.

The old woman nodded slowly.

"This painter is a kind person, but unfortunately, if he can come back one day earlier, he, Cuicui and the baby will be able to reunite as a family of three......

"Mother-in-law, according to what you say, the infant spirits gathered in this village to take revenge on the villagers, what about the flower buildings in Kyoto?" I continued.

The old woman was about to speak, when she suddenly coughed violently, and her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

The monk walked over, handed her the handkerchief in the sleeve cage, and then replied in her place: "Hua Manlou was seized, and those corner prostitutes were arrested on the spot, but not long ago, rumors came out of the prison, saying that many corner prostitutes died violently at different times, and when they died, their eyes were wide open, their facial features were stiff, and their expressions were very frightened, and they all did one thing before they died......

"What's the matter?"

"Use your ten fingers to scratch your belly to the point of flesh and blood. ”

As soon as the monk finished speaking, the old woman trembled irrepressibly, lowered her head, one

I was so excited that I was reciting Amitabha, as if I was very frightened by this.

But the monk didn't seem to notice it, and continued to ask the old woman: "Donor, since you are from this village, do you know where the proprietress who mysteriously disappeared on the day of the seizure has gone?"

The proprietress is missing?!

I was confused, so I followed to look at the old woman, only to see her head buried in the bottom, and her voice trembled: "No, I don't know......"

This state is a little different from before.

"Donor, don't you really know?" the monk's tone was inexplicably cold.

The old woman hugged her arms tightly, as if she was recalling the extremely painful scene, and her face, which was already thin and a little deformed, was even more distorted.

"She, she originally received the news and fled before Huamanlou was seized, but she was brought back by the infant spirits on the way, and tortured her day and night, drank her blood, threw her in the pigsty and let the animals trample her, just a few days before you came, she couldn't bear the pain, and bit off her tongue and committed suicide......"

"Isn't there any way to defuse the infant spirit's resentment?" I asked, leaning down on the side of the wooden bowl.

Infant Spirit Slaughter Village, and forced to death the proprietress of Huamanlou, in this way, it will only make their own resentment grow day by day, if they don't resolve it, I'm afraid that more people will be implicated, and even this resentment will be transmitted to Kyoto, and it will be out of control at that time.

Ben was silent.

The old woman sighed and said: "This village, after being occupied by those infant spirits, even the sky has changed, yin and yang are reversed, all day to night is only dark, the ghost is gloomy, as long as you step into the archway of this flower-filled village, it is a dead end, and there is no way to live." ”

I gasped.

No wonder, no wonder, since the monk took me into the village, I felt that something was wrong everywhere, and it seemed that the resentment of the infant spirit had affected the feng shui of this place.

At this time, the monk finally spoke, and his voice was low and serious: "With the strength of the poor monk alone, I am not very sure that I want to resolve this grievance,"

The old woman was not surprised, and her gray eyes slowly looked in the direction of the painter.

"The old woman has become like this, she doesn't seek to make a living, she only has one wish, master

For the sake of mercy, please do your best to rescue this painter from the village, save people's lives is better than build a seventh-level floating slaughter, and I implore the master to save him......"

Hearing the words of the old woman, my heart was even more sour, she was the kindest old man in this village, and the only villager who survived, but at the moment she only wanted the monk to take the painter away, completely ignoring her own safety.

Regardless of feeling sad and sad, I was so busy that I looked up at Ben Wu.

"Monk, can you think of a way to take your mother-in-law and the painter out?"

I had seen the Buddha light in his palms when he pushed me before, and he was not a monk who had received the aura of heaven and earth and had the ability, otherwise how could his master send him to help Huamancun?

I didn't lower my eyes, I thought for a moment, and when I raised my eyes again, I already had an idea.

"Donor, can you still walk?" he asked the old woman first.

The old woman stood up against the wall, her legs shaking violently in her trousers, like two crisp branches carrying heavy stones, which would snap and break with a clatter at the slightest mistake.

Seeing her standing firmly, the monk turned around and helped the painter lying on the ground up, most of the weight was pressed on his left shoulder, and the long hair exuded a fishy smell, scattering down the monk's shoulder, and I looked up and swept away.

The painter's face was covered with black and gray stains, and it was not really visible, but the outline of his eyebrows was handsome, and his cheeks were stiff and slightly bulging, and he was so frightened that he lost consciousness, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wake up for a while.

The monk dragged the wooden bowl in his hand, silently recited a few obscure words, and a ray of Buddha light bloomed from the wooden bowl, and rushed to the stone door of the cellar, followed by a bang, the stone door seemed to be chiseled open by a heavy hammer, and the stone fell to the ground.

Outside, it's still night.

"Donor, follow closely behind the poor monk, and we will leave the village first. Ben Wu helped the painter and walked out.

I could hear the sound of an old woman coming up and stumbling over something, and I looked into the cellar by the little glimmer of light that flowed in.

The ground was littered with broken bones, and clumps of rotting flesh and blood, like worn-out cotton wool soaked in black water, scattered between the skulls and the remains.